“I’m very good at it,” Steve says, sounding proud rather than smug. He knows that he’s good because he’s been told that he is, and he loves doing it. Enthusiasm goes a long way.

“Guys who don’t like doing it are fucking idiots,” he declares, feeling very strongly about this fact. “Feeling a girl come around your tongue so hard she shakes from it? That’s heaven.”

He stares at her, watching her tits bounce as she moves, and he aches. “I’ve always wanted to go down on a girl in public, hiding under a table or something. Or in a movie theater.”

Steve has never told anyone this, but he’s sure that he can Alex and she won’t care.